Two hours later, the four of them were driving north in the impala. Dean was able to convince Cas to come, but it was very apparent to everyone he wasn't happy. The tension in the car could've been cut with an angel blade. Cas sat next to Mary in the back. She worked hard to keep herself and belongings away from the brooding angel.

Dean was silent as he kept his eyes on the road and his brain occupied with what he was now calling the Cas and Mary problem. He understood Cas's concerns, some of them were ones he shared. But when he looked at her, those fears disappeared. He tried to believe it was because she was family, but that small voice wouldn't shut up.

"Could we have some music on?" Mary asked from behind him. He immediately switched on the radio, Round And Round from Ratt coming through the speakers. The music didn't help to alleviate the tension. It took into the second verse for Dean to notice that Mary was whispering along to the song as she looked out the window. An unconscious smile spread onto his face. He didn't notice Sam looking at him with a questioning gaze.

A few hours later they arrived at a motel that was near the college. Sam and Cas went to check in and get keys while Mary and Dean unloaded their gear. Sam and Cas came back with two sets of separate room keys.

"So I got two rooms," Sam said to Dean as he handed them two keys for one of the rooms. "I thought Cas and I could take one and you and Mary can have the other." Dean noticed the smile on his brother's face. He knew what his brother was thinking but at that point he didn't care. Mary was a safer option than putting him and Cas or her and Cas together for the night. He grabbed the keys and hoisted his bag on his shoulder before walking to the room with Mary in tow.

The room was small but he was used to that. The room had two small beds and tight carpeting that looked to get the barest attention. Dean took the bed closest to the door, letting Mary take the one in back. He threw his bag on the bed and unzipped the disorganized group of clothes, bullets, guns, and blades in sheaths. Mary put her own duffle bag on the bed and pulled out her folded clothes and guns.

"How are you with hand guns?" Dean asked as he pulled out his Colt. He looked up at Mary as she pulled out her own Bersa.

"I know it's not as cool as a Colt, but it does the job."

"It's pink."

"Just a bit of added embarrassment to the victim. Not only were they shot by a woman, but a woman with a pink gun." Her smile was infectious and Dean happily returned it. I'm gonna go use the bathroom, unless you need it." He shook his head no and Mary grabbed her toiletry bag and some clothes before slipping into the bathroom. Dean returned to his bag until he heard her turn on the sink. He grabbed his roomier jeans and his Metallica sleeping shirt and changed before she came out.

He was cleaning his Colt at the table when she came out. He was momentarily stunned when he saw her in Batman sleep pants and a tight black spaghetti strap tank top. He cleared his throat and adjusted his position in the chair while repeating 'cousin' and 'sister' in his head.

"So, uh, you into classic rock?" She smiled and went to her bag.

"Why Dean, are you making small talk or are you actually interested in me?"

"I heard you singing along when the music was on." He kept his eyes on the gun.

"Yes, I do like classic rock. I'm more of an eclectic. I like most everything from opera to classical to rap, but only Eminem. My favorites are rock and country."

"Country?" He looked up at her with a disbelieving look.

"Not everyone hates the genre like you. Although I can't stand Taylor Swift, unlike you." She shot him a smirk before turning back to her bag and getting her guns out as well. He didn't have a good return for her so he stayed quiet. They stayed in quiet focus as they cleaned and prepped their weapons. It was around eleven when Mary yawned and packed up her things.

"What time will you get up tomorrow?" She asked.

"Probably around eight or so."

"Okay, good night." She set her bag on the ground and grabbed her Bersa to place on the side next to her. She plugged in her phone and set an alarm for eight. Pulling the covers up to her shoulders, she turned away from the light and closed her eyes. Dean looked at her form and listened as her breathing began to even out. This was the second time he watched her while she slept. One more and he was officially a stalker. Well, was it really stalking if she knew about it? He shook his head and the thought away then packed his belongings away as well. He placed his Colt under the pillow and plugged his own phone in. He laid down on the bed on his stomach, his face towards the door. He felt uncomfortable in that position so he changed to face Mary before falling asleep.

Dean heard Mary's alarm go off and popped an eye open to see her bed empty. He bolted upright, gun in his hand and adrenaline in his blood before he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and ran his free hand through his hair.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Mary said as she came out of the bathroom in a black and white skirt and white sleeved shirt with a towel bundled on her head. "I thought I had enough time before my alarm would go off. Did I wake you?" She fumbled with the phone as she tried to stop the sound.

"No, I needed to get up anyways. I'm sure Sam's already up. Is the shower free?" She nodded yes and he grabbed some clothes before getting into the bathroom. Steam and the scent of vanilla and apples hit him in the face. His lower half started to react and he had to repeat his mantra from the day before to tamp down the offending member. He showered quickly and changed into his regular fighting clothes, a flannel shirt and jeans. He exited the bathroom to find Mary fixing her hair in the mirror, those long beach waves returning to her brunette hair.

"Are those waves natural?"

"Between the two of you, I thought for sure it would be Sam asking for hair tips." She grinned at him in the reflection. "Yes, they are natural." She finished putting on the barest hint of makeup as he got his shoes and socks on.

"Do you have your gun?"

"Would you like to frisk me to find out?" She grinned again but didn't get the same response from him. "Yes I do. It's under my shirt on my back. I have my jacket to cover it." They left the room bringing their bags to the car where Sam waited.

"Wow, Mary, you look great." Sam said as he leaned against the Impala. Dean felt an unexpected burst of jealousy hit him. Sam had no right to be flirting with their almost cousin. He pushed past his brother, hitting him in the shoulder a bit on his way to the trunk.

"Where's Cas?" Dean asked.

"Oh, he said he'd meet us at the campus later." They piled into the car and headed to the local diner for breakfast. They pulled in and entered the diner. Dean took a booth towards the back and had Mary enter first before sitting down next to her. They ordered and waited for the server to leave.

"So what's the plan?" Dean asked.

"I have an idea if you're interested," Mary said. The boys nodded. "Well, I was thinking of going to admissions and seeing if I can get a tour of the campus. Most of the time, the doors of the dorms are locked from the outside so we're not going to be able to just walk in. The article didn't say which dorm they were in, so maybe they would tell me if I asked as a potential student."

"You think you look young enough to pass as a college student?" Dean asked. Mary narrowed her eyes at him and frowned.

"Well, I may not be jailbait material, but I can still pass for a student for community college." Dean and Sam's eyebrows rose halfway to their hairline. Dean coughed and Sam smirked as their food was served to save Dean from answering.

"What is our role in your plan?" Sam asked before biting into his egg whites and whole wheat bread.

"I was thinking of you both posing as my older brothers or having you tail behind us and slipping into the dorms with us. What do you think?"

"You think we both could get away with the older brother gig?" Sam asked. Mary let out a breath as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Only one way to find out."

"Another option would be to have Cas be your father," Dean said. Their eyes widened at his proposal. "I know he's pissed right now, but we have a job to do. Our goal is for no one else to disappear. The least he could do is focus on that. I'll call him in a bit and tell him the plan." They finished their food and Mary went to the restroom as Dean and Sam went outside to call Cas.

"Hello Dean," Cas said from behind the boys in the parking lot. They turned in surprise to find the angel behind them. "I was listening to your thoughts."

"Well that's disturbing," Dean said. "What d'you think?"

"I will agree to do this. You already know how I feel about her." Mary came out of the diner and came to the boys. "I'll meet you there." Cas blinked out into nothingness.

"Whoa. It's one thing to read about him doing that. It's another thing to actually see it."

"You get used to it," Dean said, unlocking the car. "Well, sort of."